Standing there, in his regal attire and gazing upon her with a handsome smile across his beautiful face, was Juan in the window. The princess' interna... panic went into overdrive, her eyes wide and her face a deeper red than her own blood, and she felt as if she would feint. How did he get here so fast!? Or at all!? Had she done that in front of him? Had he seen her do it!? Did he hear it!? Did he SMELL it!?!? But before she could run and kill herself forever, Juan swept her up once more in her. “Oh yes, if not Hollywood, then certainly you’d be a hit in Danmark.”“My grandfather is a Dane.”“Really?”“Yes, he is retired, in his eighties now, but he speaks English in the same accent as you.”“So, you would be as big in Danmark as Seena Owen, or as much as Ingrid Bergman is in Sweden, only please stay as you are and try not to end up being vain.”“Oh dear,” she said, “I should never have worn my best suit, today, should I”?“No, Miss, that is quite all right, you loog very nice. You have. "We got to make this quick" you say through heavy breath as I nibble at your neck and ear. I step backwards into the unit and you follow quickly and push me down on the cot. I try to help you undo my pants but my hands get in the way and you slap me. So I go to work on yours quickly unfastening your belt button and zipper. You start to tug at my waist band so I lift my ass to help. As I lift my as I get one of your boots off and then you step out of that pant leg letting your slide down your. I don't approve of everything he did, but Lon was trying to get a handle on you in order to keep things from crashing."Jean decided to sneak one in on Candace. She flicked a glance at Toby over her shoulder, then asked, "What about the pictures?" I haven't seen them, Hon. He won't tell me where they are," Candace lied.Jean nodded. Candace didn't have them -- therefore Lon didn't have them, either, because he would never have been able to keep them from his mother. Still, she needed to appear to.